Page 35 of Dating the DILF
“It was just me and my mom and she had a lot of boyfriends while I was growing up. Each one broke her heart.” I give a sad laugh and shrug. “Your parents taught you love makes you strong, my mother showed me that love makes you weak.” I hold his gaze. “I don’t want to be weak.”
“I don’t want that either. I won’t make you weak, Charlie.”
He sounds so sure of himself and my chest aches painfully as my heart begs me to believe him.
“But you already did.”
He glances around the disorganized room and nods once. “Right.”
A heavy silence falls upon us and then Miles catches me off guard by standing abruptly. He moves in front of me and pulls me to my feet, before cupping my cheeks with his hands.
“Loving someone does make you strong, Chicago, but it’s always a risk. It doesn’t protect you from pain, but if you trust in your love, itwillgive you the strength to make it through anything.” He lowers his forehead to mine. “I could love you, Charlie.” He presses his mouth to mine and I lift my hands to grip his wrists, savoring the feel of him until he pulls away. “I believe we’re worth every risk, but you need to decide if you agree.” He brushes another kiss across my lips. “I hope you do.”
Iclose the door behind me and lean against it, exhaling a deep breath. Seeing that laptop when I walked in, I knew I had some explaining to do but I was confident that this would be a small bump in the road, something we would talk through and move on from. But when she looked at me and declared that I made her weak, I was at a loss. As much as I want to stand my ground and demand that she give us a shot, it would be pointless.
I check the time and try to decide what to do next. I optimistically asked Dad to stay the night so I wouldn’t need to rush home and I decide to head to the nearby sports bar to grab a drink.
I’m about to step away from the door when it disappears from behind me and I stumble back, Charlie’s voice breathlessly calling out, “Wait!”
I have just righted myself when she throws herself into my arms, almost bowling me over.
“We’re worth it,” she whispers over and over until I take her mouth in a brutal kiss, the fear of the last half hour urging us both on.
She wraps her arms around my neck and my hands slip down, grasping her ass and lifting her up so she’s flush along my body. I move back into the house, kicking the door closed behind me, and head straight up the stairs. She sucks on my tongue and my cock jerks, demanding to find the heat of her pussy.
It’s only a matter of moments before I stumble into her room, and needing to feel her feverish skin under my fingers, I crash us into the wall and start pulling at her sweater. She does her best to help me, but her movements are as frenzied as mine and it takes longer than it should. My mouth falls to her tits and I drag down the cup of her bra and latch on to her nipple, sucking hard. She moves against me, expelling a groan of pained pleasure that sends my hand to her other breast where I squeeze, loving the feel of her.
Her hands drop to my dick and she grips me through my jeans. It feels so fucking good I drop my head back and thrust into her hand. Letting me go, she pushes me back, drops to her feet, and immediately finishes what I started with her bra, removing it and throwing it over my shoulder.
“Can you get naked, please, Miles?”
Her voice is soft, and her polite request makes me even harder. I start to pull off my jeans, but my hands freeze when she removes her leggings and exposes her bare pussy to me.
“Do you not own any panties?” I rasp out, practically salivating at the thought of eating her out.
“They irritate me.”
“Get on the bed, Chicago.” Her eyes widen and she almost skips across the room and hops up on the bed where she sits with her thighs pressed tightly together.
I take a moment to watch her. She folds her arms across her stomach and the action presses her tits together making them even more prominent.
I slowly jerk my cock, enjoying the visual, and when her eyes drop to my hand and glaze over in appreciation, I decide game time is over.
“We need a condom.” I work my jaw as I watch her jump up and run into the en suite bathroom, her ass jiggling.
She comes back out with a strip of foil packets and I have to bite back a laugh.
“Feeling ambitious tonight?”
She shakes her head with a smile. “I have faith in you. Don’t let me down.”
I stalk toward her, and all trace of humor disappears. She walks backward slowly, countering my approach, and when her knees hit the bed, her ass falls onto it making her eye level with my dick. She licks her lips, and if I didn’t need to get inside her so badly, I’d open those plump, pillowy lips and shove my cock between them.
Instead, I wrap my hand around her throat and bend down to lick along the seam of her mouth. She tastes sweet, chocolate and mint lingering on her skin, a combination I will forever associate with her.
I push her back and a soft gasp sounds when her back meets the mattress. I crawl up along her body, enjoying the sensation of her skin against mine. When my mouth finds hers, I nibble along her bottom lip before looking her in the eye. “Hi.”
“Hey,” she whispers, and the sound of her voice so close to my ear and the feel of her breasts pressed against me sends my heart slamming into my chest.
